2 shots of whatever
2 shots of whatever
It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together
I could probably do better, but probably's like never
I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser
Goons in this bitch, leave a nigga on a stretcher
It's all there, papa, you ain't even got to measure
Laughing at how my old bitches look jealous
Well what goes around comes around: propellers
Money over bitches - mob, goodfellas
Cut her ears off, ain't shit she could tell us
Write your name on the bullet, that's a fuckin love letter
If I ain't a trending topic, I'm a fucking trend-setter
[Hook - Lil Wayne]
I'm on 2 shots of whatever
2 shots of whatever
It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together
I could probably do better, but probably's like never
I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser
[Verse 2:]
If you're scared, go to church, mason betha
Sometimes the paper chase could be like chasing a leopard
The pussy wetter, wetter than it's ever been
But she gone probably try to cross the line like a mexican
I ain't on that bullshit
Shawty fine as fuck though, now she kiss me on my neck
I hope she ain't cut-throat
Cut down on the syrup cause it made me fuck slow
Shoot so many times I'mma choke off the gunsmoke
Life, death, love, hate, pleasure, pain
Pay me no mind but I don't have change
I c*** back and aim at your membrane
Broad day, no mask, close range
You can get 2 shots from wherever
You can get 2 shots from whoever
It be like a puzzle tryna put you back together
I should probably do better but probably, whatever...
[Verse 3:]
Your bullshit is stinking up the place
Me no tick (jamaican)
Can't let these bitch niggas slide and touch base
I make her c** so many times, call her "nutcase"
It's young money baby, take your clothes off
Give me them three holes: bowling ball
2 shots of whatever
Keep them bitches coming and she goin do whateva
I'm on 2 shots of whatever
2 shots of whatever
It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together
I could probably do better, but probably's like never
I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser
2 shots of whatever
2 shots of whatever
[Verse:] 2 shots of whatever 2 shots of whatever It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together I could probably do better, but probably's like never I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser Goons in this bitch, leave a nigga on a stretcher It's all there, papa, you ain't even got to measure Laughing at how my old bitches look jealous Well what goes around comes around: propellers Money over bitches - mob, goodfellas Cut her ears off, ain't shit she could tell us Write your name on the bullet, that's a fuckin love letter If I ain't a trending topic, I'm a fucking trend-setter [Hook - Lil Wayne] I'm on 2 shots of whatever 2 shots of whatever It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together I could probably do better, but probably's like never I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser [Verse 2:] If you're scared, go to church, mason betha Sometimes the paper chase could be like chasing a leopard The pussy wetter, wetter than it's ever been But she gone probably try to cross the line like a mexican I ain't on that bullshit Shawty fine as fuck though, now she kiss me on my neck I hope she ain't cut-throat Cut down on the syrup cause it made me fuck slow Shoot so many times I'mma choke off the gunsmoke Life, death, love, hate, pleasure, pain Pay me no mind but I don't have change I c*** back and aim at your membrane Broad day, no mask, close range You can get 2 shots from wherever You can get 2 shots from whoever It be like a puzzle tryna put you back together I should probably do better but probably, whatever... [Verse 3:] Your bullshit is stinking up the place Me no tick (jamaican) Can't let these bitch niggas slide and touch base I make her c** so many times, call her "nutcase" It's young money baby, take your clothes off Give me them three holes: bowling ball 2 shots of whatever Keep them bitches coming and she goin do whateva I'm on 2 shots of whatever 2 shots of whatever It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together I could probably do better, but probably's like never I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser 2 shots of whatever 2 shots of whatever Explain Request ×
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